I've been wanting to try a real Philly Cheese Steak for a while now and I finally got the chance last week. While on a business trip in Philadelphia I made some time to stop by Pat's for a sandwich. It's funny, the guy at the window didn't say one word to me. He took my order with a nod and shut the window. Then slid me my sandwich and took my money without a "Thank You" or "Goodbye" or anything. I guess that's Philadelphia for you. City of brotherly love, my buttock.
Anyway, the sandwich was great and I could care less about the service. They can be mean old guys all they want as long as they keep making these delicious, whiz-filled sandwiches.
2 comments:
Wiz wit', yo!
Sorry I missed you while you were here. Next time!
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